“Are you doing okay?”
Her hand reached out, and she awkwardly settled it on my forearm. “I know Moscow was bad—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Slowly, she nodded, but I saw that she took note of the hard breath that rattled from between my lips.
“Okay, Fashion 101. We can start tomorrow if you want?”
Stiffly, I said, “Thank you, Savannah.”
“You’re welcome.”
I turned my gaze back to Inessa.
Though I could only see the back of her head, I kept it trained on her and watched as she laughed at something a guy beside her said, saw her shoot a disdainful look at the girl in front of her who twisted around to talk with them both.
For the next forty minutes, as my siblings and their spouses chatted softly among themselves, I stayed quiet.
Watchful.
Then, when the ceremony was over, I drifted away as everyone got to their feet.
I knew Inessa would walk to the back of the atrium, and I knew my brothers would keep her safe.
I had business to attend to and a promise to enjoy.